"With a long sigh, I wipe away my tears, grieving the hardships of the people's lives." Fulen couldn't help but recall this poem, yet he wasn't sure if the rise of the Industrial Revolution had improved or worsened the conditions in these slums.
If it had worsened, then it meant the benefits of the Industrial Revolution had not yet reached these commoners. If it had improved, Fulen couldn't even imagine how difficult the living conditions of these commoners were before the Industrial Revolution. Thinking of this, Fulen could only sigh. He hadn't even secured his own life yet, and he was already worrying about others.
However, Fulen still wanted to ensure that once he became stronger, no, after he became a God, the people would definitely receive good treatment. Although the outcome might not be great, after all, Fulen had always been alone and had never managed subordinates, let alone the people. Cultivating oneself, managing one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world, this was probably the most recognized life philosophy for all those who had received Chinese education, and Fulen was no exception.
He didn't dwell on these meaningless things, after all, Fulen was currently just a small Sequence 9. 'When poor, one should focus on self-improvement; when prosperous, one should strive to benefit the world, this was also something that Chinese civilization had taught Fulen.
After strolling to the Trier National Library, Fulen didn't hesitate and immediately headed to the fourth floor, preparing to learn Feysac Language, Rune Language, and Faynapotter Language. If English knew how hard Fulen was studying now, it would definitely roar at Fulen, asking why he didn't study it with the same diligence as these languages back then.
Speaking of which, the languages Fulen had already mastered were Intis Language, Hermes Language, and ancient hermes. However, Fosac Language, Rune Language, and Fenepote Language shared some commonalities with Intis Language and Hermes Language in certain aspects. But Fulen had already expected this, after all, Fosac Language, Rune Language, Fenepote Language, and Intis Language all originated from the common language of the fourth epoch, a variant of ancient giant language, the language of the Solomon Dynasty.
And Hermes Language was the Beyonder language of humans. The sages who created these languages would certainly combine the Solomon language and Hermes Language to create them, along with some local languages. Therefore, Fulen felt that he would be able to learn these languages very quickly.
Time passed quickly. At noon, Fulen casually found a shop to solve his lunch problem, and then continued to measure the roads of Trier with his footsteps.
Fulen sometimes worried about whether he would get stomach prolapse, as he exercised right after eating. But he touched his stomach, which didn't have much fat, and repeatedly denied it. He even came up with a counter-argument in his mind, as many literati had the saying of taking a walk after dinner, and they all said it was very effective, so he wouldn't get stomach prolapse. Thinking of this, Fulen revealed a comforting smile.
Soon, Fulen arrived at the entrance of the Scarlet Gold Cafe at 2:30. He looked around and, as expected, Kvedo and the others weren't there. So Fulen could only say to himself with a proud, disgusted tone: "Sigh, it seems I'm still the most serious. Kvedo and the others are still so worrying, sigh."
Before Fulen could finish his self-admiration, an arm forcefully wrapped around Fulen's neck. Fulen was momentarily stunned by the sudden attack, and then a clear voice with a mischievous smile said, "Hehe, Fulen, have you missed me this much after just one day?"
Fulen shivered violently. After all, the person he had been grumbling about a second ago had him in front of him the next second. Fulen was still a bit embarrassed and hoped Kvedo hadn't heard his narcissistic words. Then he pretended to be calm and said, "Hmm, Kvedo, long time no see. Don't hug my neck so hard, it's quite uncomfortable. Have you been here for a while already?"
Kvedo didn't seem to have heard Fulen badmouthing him. Then he led Fulen into the Scarlet Gold Cafe, saying, "Hey, of course! I sent the invitation, so why wouldn't I come first myself? But Fulen, you're not the first one, hehe, guess who was the first person besides me?"
Fulen immediately replied, "No need to think, it must be Erich. He and you are inseparable, well, at least in my perception."
Kvedo was startled, then said, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't falsely accuse me! I'm not with Erich most of the time. What you saw was a coincidence, an illusion. Hmm, why does it feel like the more I explain, the less clear it becomes? Sigh, but you guessed right, it is Erich."
Then Kvedo pointed inside, and sure enough, a tall and aloof figure sat at a table in a corner of the Scarlet Gold Cafe. Seeing Fulen's gaze come over, Erich extended a hand, as if to say hello. Fulen also returned a polite smile, but inwardly he grumbled, "My goodness, dealing with this kind of stoic brother really tests one's cold resistance."
After Fulen and Kvedo sat down together, Kvedo took a sip of the coffee, which still had a little left. However, the cold coffee made Kvedo frown. But after thinking about it, since there was nothing else to do while sitting, he could only brace himself and slowly savor it. At the same time, Kvedo said to Fulen, "Fulen, would you like a cup of coffee?"
Taking out his usual pocket watch from the inner lining of his suit, although this was his only watch, Fulen looked at the time and found that it was already 2:40. He could only regretfully say, "Sorry, 20 minutes is still too short. It's a bit rushed to fully appreciate coffee in such a short time."
Kvedo also nodded: "Yes, if the time were extended to 30 minutes, it would indeed be a good time to enjoy it, but if it reached 40 minutes, that would be a disaster, sigh."
The conversation stopped there. The three of them were not in the mood to talk much, partly because they were waiting for someone, and partly because all three showed a kind of curiosity about the Extraordinary Gathering. Of course, Kvedo wouldn't, but this number one seed for livening up the atmosphere was unexpectedly calm today.
Slowly, Fulen's thoughts drifted to an infinite distance, to an unknown place. Suddenly, Kvedo's faint voice came out, "Am I really that worrying?"
"That's not it…" Fulen was completely unaware of his sleepwalking state, but he quickly reacted, and his face instantly turned red. The flush spread from Fulen's fair face to his earlobes. A hot, burning sensation surged, and Fulen deeply felt that his earlobes were unusually hot, just like when drinking alcohol.